look out, it bites…
The drug lords fled by hovercraft with pounds of marijuana,
They sped up river, shook the cops but not the fast piranha,
They clipped a rock, the pot bounced off and promptly hit the water,
Alas a floating free for all, the greens were up for slaughter,
The cartel freaked and dived right in to save their mull in motion…
They thrashed about to no avail, just made a large commotion,
The hovercraft would speed away, no one on board to stop it,
Yet pot heads’ problems more severe, “How did we fucking drop it?”
The fish would take the hemp to task, engulfed it in a second,
But weed-filled rush, a body stone and desert mouth now beckoned,
Attack of major munchies seemed to further fuel the drama…
As fish closed in on flailing arms you’d have to say “That’s karma!”
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Copyright P J Ross
21072013
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